"That's right, bub," she grinned as she leaned back against her motorcycle, a flannel shirt barely covering her boobs and her legs well-displayed by daisy dukes. "Though you can call me 'Lola.' You want me to ride your big ol' harley?"

 

She took a puff of her cigar.

 

* * *

 

Also in the bordello was the star of the show, the extravagant and elegant French courtesan called Remi leBeau. Her hair was a mass of elegant curls, and her expensive and frilly dress showed-off plenty of her intense cleavage. 

 

"Bonjour, gentlemen," she cooed. "Interested in some tender love?"

 

* * *

 

Right now Mystique and Destiny weren't interested in sampling the local talent, just in dancing with each other on the dance floor.